Getting Past

The soul

Looks at life

Through its gray

Peeping glasses

As it passes:

Gloriously alone

And yet, people all around

Bound

By blood or by heart

Nothing takes them apart

They stand us by

No matter the stormy sky

Frolic, dance

Coloured hands

Silky fabrics:

Happiness sticks

Its for the

Theatre we create!

That we dance

And fall in love

In a glance

And smile

For no reason

Every season

We bloom

And get past

Our gloom